while the capital burned…

as i walked
  within the burning maze
  of plague ridden streets
staring at statues
  of dreams deferred
reading plaques
  engraved with
  now forgotten hopes
pondering
  a  god
  thought dead
  by political pundits
i saw
a freshly painted
sign
dulia

he said there’d be a sign…

i sat in the back
of the church
waiting
waiting for a sign
a sign
that the holy spirit
wanted
me
and thought
i was ready
for
salvation
but I didn’t see any
i squinted my eyes
at lights
thinking that might help
but it just made my face
look funny
so one day
i went up front
thinking
just maybe
the view
would be
better from there
but there
was nothing
there
either

During the next few days, I will be on holiday…yes again…so I will be posting very few comments on your blogs…however I shall continue to post new poems here and hope that you will enjoy them.  Until then, cheers!